The perfect Sunday…
Research suggests that Sunday traditions are becoming increasingly unpopular, in particular the family roast! This makes us sad, as it’s something we are very passionate about. Here is how our team describe their perfect Sunday:
“My perfect Sunday would be taking my girls out for a walk or swimming then on for a great roast dinner. A roast always brings back memories of my Nan – hers were the best!” David, Head Chef
“The perfect Sunday for people who work in hospitality has one key factor – a day off work!! As much as I love my job, it always feels like such a holiday if you manage to get one of the days in the weekend off. Like ‘Oh is this what normal people live like?’ I would obviously start the day with a lie in, and then some breakfast in bed. Any volunteers to make it? Sport would be the biggest part of my day. If Wasps were playing Rugby, going to watch them in Coventry or sneaking off to the pub for a gigantic roast and to watch the game would be ideal. My last Sunday off was exactly that – watching Wasps live and then heading to The High Field in Edgbaston for the best Cornish Lamb I’ve had in an age! If there’s time, it would be good to get a long walk in- maybe with some champagne at the top of Ally Pally Hill” Terri, General Manager
“My perfect Sunday would be sunny day, a round of golf in the morning followed by a nice cold pint in a beer garden. Rounding off the day, it would have to include a nice rib of beef with red cabbage and cauli cheese! Boom!” Karl, Deputy Manager
A Sunday roast at Brookmans
Our version of a Sunday roast is our Sunday Best menu. Think top quality meat from Aubrey Allen, butchers to HM The Queen, roast potatoes with a fluffy, white inside, a generous, well-risen Yorkshire pud and tureens of veg and unlimited supplies of hot gravy. You can eat your fill – but be warned, we will come round to tempt you with extra roasties and Yorkies. And to finish fruit crumble, served at the table from a big dish, bubbling at the rim, with your own jug of custard.
Now how can this be a tradition that gets forgotten!? See you on Sunday…
